Peyton's Pleasure (36 page)

“
C
ov
e
r
L
ind
a’
s
side
to
d
a
y
.
S
h
e
’
s
out
si
c
k
a
nd
K
e
l
l
y
is
wo
r
ki
n
g

this
mo
r
nin
g
.
S
he
c
a
n
’
t
h
a
ndle
the
cr
owd
t
h
a
t
usu
a
l
l
y sits
th
e
r
e
.” D
e
bo
ra
h
nodd
e
d
tow
a
r
d
the
window
side
of
the building
a
nd
hu
rr
i
e
d b
ac
k to the
r
e
g
ist
e
r
to
c
h
ec
k som
e
one
out.

S
i
g
hing in
re
s
i
g
n
a
tion,
P
e
y
ton
ti
e
d the
a
p
r
on
ar
o
u
nd h
e
r
w
a
ist
a
nd pi
c
k
e
d up a
pot of
c
o
ff
e
e
to
ref
ill
c
ups while
she
m
a
de
the
r
ounds.

At
n
ear
l
y
one
o
’
c
lo
c
k,
G
ra
d
y st
r
o
d
e
into
the
d
i
n
e
r
a
nd
took
a
n
e
mp
t
y s
ea
t
in
h
e
r
s
ec
ti
o
n.
S
he
g
ra
bb
e
d
a
c
o
ff
e
e
c
up
a
nd
f
ill
e
d
it
f
or him. He
smil
e
d
a
nd nodd
e
d
a
t h
er
.

“
You
’
r
e
mi
g
h
t
y
c
hipp
e
r
this
mo
r
nin
g
.
W
ould
it
h
a
ve
a
n
y
thi
n
g
to do
with
the moto
r
c
y
c
le
I s
a
w
p
ar
k
e
d
outside
y
our
a
p
ar
tm
e
nt
building
a
ll mo
r
nin
g
?
”
He
sipp
e
d the
c
o
f
f
ee
, not d
r
oppi
n
g his
e
y
e
s
fr
om h
e
r
s.

S
he
h
e
ld his
g
a
z
e
a
nd
pr
opp
e
d one
h
a
nd on
h
e
r
h
i
p.

“
Not
th
a
t
it
is
a
n
y of
y
o
ur
busin
e
ss,
but
y
e
s,
th
a
t
mi
g
ht
h
a
ve
h
a
d som
e
thing
to do with it. Now, wh
a
t would
y
ou like
to
ea
t
?
”

“
P
a
n
ca
k
e
s.”

“
Eg
g
s
a
nd to
a
st.”
“
No,
a
n om
e
l
e
t
.
”

Voi
ce
s
up
a
nd
down
the
c
ount
e
r
a
ll
a
dvis
e
d
him
wh
a
t
to
ea
t.
H
e

smil
e
d
a
nd w
a
v
e
d
a
t the
m
e
n. He
kn
e
w
e
a
c
h
a
nd
e
v
e
r
y
one
o
f
th
e
m.
“
Think
I
’
ll h
a
ve
the
o
m
e
l
e
t.
W
e
st
er
n, pl
ea
s
e
.
”

S
he
put
in
his
o
r
d
e
r
th
e
n
m
a
de
a
r
ound
of
h
e
r
t
a
bl
e
s
stopping
to

t
a
ke
a
noth
e
r
n
e
w
o
r
d
e
r
on
the
w
a
y
.
B
y
the
time
she
m
a
de
it
b
ac
k
to the window,
G
r
a
d
y
’
s
o
r
d
e
r
w
a
s
up.
S
he
c
arr
i
e
d
it
a
nd
a bottle of T
a
b
a
s
c
o s
a
u
c
e
to his t
a
b
l
e.

“
Hope
y
ou
e
nj
o
y
,
”
she
s
a
id
a
nd tu
r
n
e
d to w
a
lk o
ff
.

“
H
e
y
,
ar
e
y
ou
su
r
e
y
ou
’r
e ok
a
y
?
”
His
h
a
nd
s
n
a
k
e
d
out
to
l
a
t
c
h
on to h
e
r
ar
m.

His
voi
c
e
h
a
d
t
a
k
e
n
on
th
a
t
big
b
r
oth
e
r
sound
a
g
a
in.
S
om
e
thing h
e’
d
p
r
o
b
a
b
l
y s
t
ar
t
e
d
us
i
ng
to
e
a
se
the
p
a
in
of
h
e
r
re
j
e
c
tion,
but
now just
fe
ll
ov
e
r him
wh
e
n
e
v
e
r he
fe
lt
like she n
ee
d
e
d
som
e
on
e
’
s should
e
r
to
c
r
y
on.
S
he
h
a
dn
’
t
n
e
e
d
e
d
it
in
a
long
tim
e
.
Did
she
n
e
e
d it
no
w
?
W
h
y
would
sh
e
?
S
h
e’
d
h
a
d
stup
e
ndous
s
e
x
s
e
v
era
l
tim
e
s,
a
nd
R
y
k
e
r h
a
d
b
ee
n
the p
er
f
e
c
t
g
e
ntl
e
m
a
n
outside of the s
e
x
.
R
ea
l
l
y
,
who
c
ould
a
sk
f
or
mo
r
e
?

Th
e
n
w
h
y
did she
fee
l like
c
r
y
i
n
g
?
S
he
still
w
a
nt
e
d
him
a
nd w
a
nt
e
d
to
s
e
e mo
r
e
o
f him.
M
a
y
be th
a
t
w
a
s
the
p
r
obl
e
m—she w
a
nt
ed
to
know
a
bout
him,
kn
o
w
wh
a
t
m
a
d
e
him
ti
c
k.
Th
a
t
w
a
s
a
n
o
-
no
in h
e
r
book.
No
p
er
son
a
l
a
tt
ac
hm
e
nts
a
llow
e
d.
S
h
e’
d
w
r
itt
e
n
th
a
t
r
ul
e
,